Strings of Her Heart

Six strings in a beat-up case

(yeah) She keeps the dust off of its face

She doesn't need no diamond ring

To make her heart begin to sing

When the world gets a little too loud

She turns her amp up past the crowd

Oh, it's a sweet,

sweet love on the radio dial

Every single chord makes her wear a smile She is the melody,

he is the rhythm block

Just a girl in love with some Southern rock (sweet sweet love)

Late night in the summer breeze

With her fingers dancing on the keys

They fit together, hand in glove

There ain't no truer kind of love

(no there ain't)

Oh, it's a sweet,

sweet love on the radio dial

Every single chord makes her wear a smile She is the melody,

he is the rhythm block

Just a girl in love with some Southern rock

She is the melody,

yeah... (mmmmm)